but when one
has also money and desires to marry, _voila ce qui est difficile_. It
was for that that I go to the Gare with that man of Zurich,--ah, he has
surely serve us well, that Zuricher man,--and I get of him the address
of your uncle, and then I may write to that uncle and beg that one be
sent over who will have full power to arrange for you, if I can ever
bring you to say 'Yes.'" He stopped and his voice sank. "I could not be
sure that you would say 'Yes' ever," he continued softly; "but in your
eyes, even at first, I have thought to find a hope."

"Go on," she whispered, touching his lips very lightly with her own.

"I am cabled to Leipsic that your cousin will arrive at Havre, and we
meet there."

Rosina's head flew upward suddenly.

"You met Jack!"

"But certainly. We go together to Dinard that he may meet all my family,
and then we go to Cassel, where there is a castle to us, and to hunt in
the Schwarzwald, and then he has written to America that I am quite rich
and most honest, and of a real love for you; and when there has come an
answer of your uncle, then I return to Munich to you."

"And I never knew a thing about any of it!"

"_Ah, ma cherie, pour l'instant on n'avait pas besoin de toi_," he
reminded her, smiling.

"Go on!"

"Jack is very sure that all goes well at the end, and I am full of hope
when--"

"But if you knew him, why did you strike him that night in front of the
Regierung?"

"But I did not know him there in the dark, and that he should kiss you
there in the street, that did me great surprise. And you have scream so,
naturally I have not think but of a stranger; one would not expect a
cousin of such a scream."

"And you went off with him the very next day; why didn't you let him go
alone?"

"He has say you were better left. _Mon Dieu_, but I have been the angel
these past months! I must despair, you are so much decided; and when I
despair the most, Jack will always say, 'Wait and you shall see that she
sails never from Genoa.' But I was most unhappy. And my work, my work
that should have gone so greatly out to the world this summer!
_Perdu_--lost--lost!"

She laid her cheek softly against his.

"But that music is not really gone," she whispered; "it will find a
voice again, a better voice, because--"

She kissed him fondly.

"Oh, of a surety," he said, returning the kiss twofold; "do not think
that I repent me of one second lost in your winning. _Mon Dieu_, what
life